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	<title>Comments on: Tell the Story Behind this Photograph&#8230;2009 H.S. Winner</title>
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		<title>By: Ms. Kelsey's 6th period class</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ms. Kelsey's 6th period class</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 19:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mikala yells, &quot;No one is going to be at your party.&quot; 
Yazmin, &quot;What? I already bought my cake. All the rest of my friends are coming, I don&#039;t need you.&quot; 
Mikala looks at her with a death stare, and she says, &quot;I don&#039;t care, I can make my own party.&quot;
Yazmin sadly looks away, and she says, &quot;I don&#039;t care about you.&quot; 
As she walks away, she turns around and throws the cake at Mikala, she misses and begins to fall to her knees and cries.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mikala yells, &#8220;No one is going to be at your party.&#8221;<br />
Yazmin, &#8220;What? I already bought my cake. All the rest of my friends are coming, I don&#8217;t need you.&#8221;<br />
Mikala looks at her with a death stare, and she says, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care, I can make my own party.&#8221;<br />
Yazmin sadly looks away, and she says, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care about you.&#8221;<br />
As she walks away, she turns around and throws the cake at Mikala, she misses and begins to fall to her knees and cries.</p>
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		<title>By: Ms. Kelsey's 3rd period class</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ms. Kelsey's 3rd period class</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1. &quot;Come on, please let me have some cake!&quot;
&quot;Please,&quot; I said.
&quot;No, because you are going to eat it all.&quot; my sister said.
&quot;No, I want just one bit.&quot; I said.
She sighed and gave in. &quot;Ah, okay, one bite.&quot; 
&quot;Go ahead.&quot;
&quot;I will eat it all!&quot; I screamed. We began grabbing for the cake.
&quot;No! What did you do?&quot; she said. It was on the floor.
&quot;You want it back?&quot; 

2.&quot;Why, why me God?&quot; said Liza.
Her mom and dad had died in a car crash yesterday. Guess what? It was her birthday! She had been planning it all year. Her parents were about to arrive home. Just then the car screached, a loud crash.
She was surprised to find out that a car similar to her parents had crashed. The ambulance sirens were in the background. With cake in hand, she realized that car was her parents. Nooooo, she came out of the house, and slammed the cake down and ran, fell to her knees in sadness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. &#8220;Come on, please let me have some cake!&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Please,&#8221; I said.<br />
&#8220;No, because you are going to eat it all.&#8221; my sister said.<br />
&#8220;No, I want just one bit.&#8221; I said.<br />
She sighed and gave in. &#8220;Ah, okay, one bite.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Go ahead.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;I will eat it all!&#8221; I screamed. We began grabbing for the cake.<br />
&#8220;No! What did you do?&#8221; she said. It was on the floor.<br />
&#8220;You want it back?&#8221; </p>
<p>2.&#8221;Why, why me God?&#8221; said Liza.<br />
Her mom and dad had died in a car crash yesterday. Guess what? It was her birthday! She had been planning it all year. Her parents were about to arrive home. Just then the car screached, a loud crash.<br />
She was surprised to find out that a car similar to her parents had crashed. The ambulance sirens were in the background. With cake in hand, she realized that car was her parents. Nooooo, she came out of the house, and slammed the cake down and ran, fell to her knees in sadness.</p>
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		<title>By: Shadow_dancer</title>
		<link>http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2009/05/19/tell-the-story-behind-this-photograph2009-hs-winner/comment-page-1/#comment-247</link>
		<dc:creator>Shadow_dancer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:06:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kelsey, loved the &#039;story&#039; you&#039;re very good at writing. :) Josh, maybe a little punctuation would come in handy. :P</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kelsey, loved the &#8217;story&#8217; you&#8217;re very good at writing. <img src='http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Josh, maybe a little punctuation would come in handy. <img src='http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':P' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: josh rutherford</title>
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		<dc:creator>josh rutherford</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 18:21:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi! My name is Caitlyn i had the most terrible birthday you could ever think of. Of i am in love and i have been for over two years now and i really love him. I was hoping that he would ask me the &quot;BIG&quot; question. So he came over today so he could tell me HAPPY BIRTHDAY he baked me a cake. oh my gosh i was thinking he had put the ring in the cake you know how you always see in the movies. BUT NO!!!!!!!he came over and told me happy birthday and to tell me it was over..The bad thing is he had his new girlfriend with him and he told me that he loved her and they &quot;WERE&quot; getting married!!!i automatically turned depressed and pulled a gun out and i thought about it.... Should i really do this is he that special to where i should kill myself i came to the conclusion. NO he is not life is a chain reaction things change and so will my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi! My name is Caitlyn i had the most terrible birthday you could ever think of. Of i am in love and i have been for over two years now and i really love him. I was hoping that he would ask me the &#8220;BIG&#8221; question. So he came over today so he could tell me HAPPY BIRTHDAY he baked me a cake. oh my gosh i was thinking he had put the ring in the cake you know how you always see in the movies. BUT NO!!!!!!!he came over and told me happy birthday and to tell me it was over..The bad thing is he had his new girlfriend with him and he told me that he loved her and they &#8220;WERE&#8221; getting married!!!i automatically turned depressed and pulled a gun out and i thought about it&#8230;. Should i really do this is he that special to where i should kill myself i came to the conclusion. NO he is not life is a chain reaction things change and so will my life.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelsey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelsey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 18:10:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Mom, please! I can&#039;t believe that you don&#039;t even trust me enough to take a cake across town.&quot; Marissa Townson said to her mother who flitted around the kitchen, readying it for her husband&#039;s (Marissa&#039;s father&#039;s) return from Iraq later that afternoon. 

&quot;Honey,&quot; her mother soothed, &quot;It&#039;s not that I don&#039;t trust you. It&#039;s just I want everything to be perfect when your father gets here.&quot; She handed Marissa the keys to their station wagon. &quot;Do you remember what I said to do?&quot;

&quot;Yes, mom. I know I&#039;m supposed to feed the cake to the dog as soon as I get it home.&quot; Marissa replied with a blank face.

&quot;Marissa, don&#039;t get smart with me.&quot;

&quot;Sorry, mom. I know what to do. Pick up the cake at the bakery then immediately bring it home. All before 3:00 that gives me an hour and a half.&quot;

&quot;Marissa, I just wanted to say I really appreciate your help.&quot; Her mother smiled.

&quot;It&#039;s no problem but I better get going.&quot; Marissa said giving her mom a quick hug, &quot;Be back soon.&quot; 

Marissa drove the 30 minutes to the bakery, taking mainly back roads where kids on bikes rode around, lauging. She walked into the bakery and retrieved the already paid for cake, thanking the baker. Marissa opened the lid and looked at the white cake. It&#039;s icing was a pinkish red with &quot;Welcome home.&quot; written on it in big blue letters.

Marissa put the cake, carefully in her back seat before starting home again. She was 2 blocks from home without any problems when she noticed the car riding funny. She pulled over and saw the back, right tire had gone flat. She checked her watch 2:45p.m. There ws no time to replace the tire and she had left her cellphone in her room. There wa only one thing she could do.

Marissa lifted the cake out of the backseat and started home. She could hardly see over the big box and the cake was starting to get heavy. 

All of a sudden out of nowhere, a group of boys on bikes came speeding around the corner in front of Marissa. One of the 5 boys ran right into Marissa, knocking the special cake out of her hands. 

The boy quickly apoligized but got back on his bike and rode off in a hurry. Marissa looked at the cake now splattered on a back road, a block from her house.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she stared after the boys. She knew her mom would be so dissapointed in her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Mom, please! I can&#8217;t believe that you don&#8217;t even trust me enough to take a cake across town.&#8221; Marissa Townson said to her mother who flitted around the kitchen, readying it for her husband&#8217;s (Marissa&#8217;s father&#8217;s) return from Iraq later that afternoon. </p>
<p>&#8220;Honey,&#8221; her mother soothed, &#8220;It&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t trust you. It&#8217;s just I want everything to be perfect when your father gets here.&#8221; She handed Marissa the keys to their station wagon. &#8220;Do you remember what I said to do?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, mom. I know I&#8217;m supposed to feed the cake to the dog as soon as I get it home.&#8221; Marissa replied with a blank face.</p>
<p>&#8220;Marissa, don&#8217;t get smart with me.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Sorry, mom. I know what to do. Pick up the cake at the bakery then immediately bring it home. All before 3:00 that gives me an hour and a half.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Marissa, I just wanted to say I really appreciate your help.&#8221; Her mother smiled.</p>
<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s no problem but I better get going.&#8221; Marissa said giving her mom a quick hug, &#8220;Be back soon.&#8221; </p>
<p>Marissa drove the 30 minutes to the bakery, taking mainly back roads where kids on bikes rode around, lauging. She walked into the bakery and retrieved the already paid for cake, thanking the baker. Marissa opened the lid and looked at the white cake. It&#8217;s icing was a pinkish red with &#8220;Welcome home.&#8221; written on it in big blue letters.</p>
<p>Marissa put the cake, carefully in her back seat before starting home again. She was 2 blocks from home without any problems when she noticed the car riding funny. She pulled over and saw the back, right tire had gone flat. She checked her watch 2:45p.m. There ws no time to replace the tire and she had left her cellphone in her room. There wa only one thing she could do.</p>
<p>Marissa lifted the cake out of the backseat and started home. She could hardly see over the big box and the cake was starting to get heavy. </p>
<p>All of a sudden out of nowhere, a group of boys on bikes came speeding around the corner in front of Marissa. One of the 5 boys ran right into Marissa, knocking the special cake out of her hands. </p>
<p>The boy quickly apoligized but got back on his bike and rode off in a hurry. Marissa looked at the cake now splattered on a back road, a block from her house.</p>
<p>A tear slipped down her cheek as she stared after the boys. She knew her mom would be so dissapointed in her.</p>
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